


It all starts with good intentions. You know how the final goal is going to be like. But in the middle of it, you just realize that you don’t know how to reach it.
Sometimes I feel I can’t. I can’t keep on because something has gone, that something that made me see how amazing my idea was. It’s an unrational thing. And it just makes me feel lost.
This is a sort of epitaph of an unfinished illustrated piece that never will be.
The She-Lumberjack.